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This is a real East Village story.
Yesterday my wife sent me out to get...
No, not milk.
Not bread or eggs.
She said, "Go to Enchantments and get me some High John The Conqueror root".
I went but they were closed.
But being the East Village there was ANOTHER herb/magic store a few doors down.
I went in and asked the girl for the root.
She said that they were out and then I asked what it was for.
She said, "Your wife obviously needs it for a spell".
"A spell?" I asked, "What kind of spell?"
She said, "I'd watch out if I were you".
High John The Conqueror root
Yesterday my wife sent me out to get...
No, not milk.
Not bread or eggs.
She said, "Go to Enchantments and get me some High John The Conqueror root".
I went but they were closed.
But being the East Village there was ANOTHER herb/magic store a few doors down.
I went in and asked the girl for the root.
She said that they were out and then I asked what it was for.
She said, "Your wife obviously needs it for a spell".
"A spell?" I asked, "What kind of spell?"
She said, "I'd watch out if I were you".
High John The Conqueror root
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Was that at Flowerpower?
Those girls are witches.
You're lucky you got out of there with your own balls intact.
From Wikipedia:
The plant is known in some areas as bindweed or jalap root. It has a pleasant, earthy odour, but it is a strong laxative if taken internally. It is not used for this purpose in folk magic; it is instead used as one of the parts of a mojo bag. It is typically used in sexual spells of various sorts and it is also considered lucky for gambling.
-So Daddy, Empress is either gonna get you to defecate profusely, or hex your johnson, or run off to the OTB office. But something also tells me she is planning for 'Sister Moon' next month.
Here's the whole entry at:
Magic Root
I especially like the excerpt from the 1961 Willie Dixon song 'Hoochie Koochie Man'.
Those girls are witches.
You're lucky you got out of there with your own balls intact.
From Wikipedia:
The plant is known in some areas as bindweed or jalap root. It has a pleasant, earthy odour, but it is a strong laxative if taken internally. It is not used for this purpose in folk magic; it is instead used as one of the parts of a mojo bag. It is typically used in sexual spells of various sorts and it is also considered lucky for gambling.
-So Daddy, Empress is either gonna get you to defecate profusely, or hex your johnson, or run off to the OTB office. But something also tells me she is planning for 'Sister Moon' next month.
Here's the whole entry at:
Magic Root
I especially like the excerpt from the 1961 Willie Dixon song 'Hoochie Koochie Man'.
(Yeah, it was for Stevie but it makes for a good story)
Poetry reading at ABC NO RIO 1989
Early February. 12 degrees outside
A bulldozer working next door
‘accidentally’ knocks half the
East wall off. There is no heat to
begin with.. Among the
five people there I remember
the monumental J.D. Rage and
Eduardo Arrocha the last
tattooed man at the Coney
Island Freak Show before
it closed. Snow was falling
in the room. I remember
J.D. read this poem where
she said something bad about
God and right then there was
a big roll of thunder outside that
forced us to laugh just
for the warmth.
Early February. 12 degrees outside
A bulldozer working next door
‘accidentally’ knocks half the
East wall off. There is no heat to
begin with.. Among the
five people there I remember
the monumental J.D. Rage and
Eduardo Arrocha the last
tattooed man at the Coney
Island Freak Show before
it closed. Snow was falling
in the room. I remember
J.D. read this poem where
she said something bad about
God and right then there was
a big roll of thunder outside that
forced us to laugh just
for the warmth.
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Those were the days we would do anything for poetry.
That was it Bobby.
And there were these other few extremeists around that would inspire and encourage you too.
Plus hardly any touristas or people just looking for lighthearted entertainment would ever venture in to the zona because it had been abandoned by the cops, was overwhelmed with junky/dealer feeding frenzies in the middle of the street, and there was just this general harshness the beauty of which you kinda had to earn the right to revel in and savour. And the poetry was so whack, so raw, and so unselfconscious. Things were so aw-ful.
And there were these other few extremeists around that would inspire and encourage you too.
Plus hardly any touristas or people just looking for lighthearted entertainment would ever venture in to the zona because it had been abandoned by the cops, was overwhelmed with junky/dealer feeding frenzies in the middle of the street, and there was just this general harshness the beauty of which you kinda had to earn the right to revel in and savour. And the poetry was so whack, so raw, and so unselfconscious. Things were so aw-ful.
New York City Administrative Code Section 435 Title 17 Health
Guidelines for Trauma Scene Management
These guidelines for Trauma Scene Management can assist property owners and the public in cleaning up trauma scenes contaminated with human blood and other bodily fluids.
Trauma scenes result when people are seriously injured or die, often, but not always, during sudden, violent incidents or accidents. Following a traumatic incident, property owners need to clean and restore their property using safe work practices. These guidelines reference existing law, guidelines, and recommendations that protect workers and the public during clean-up, and comply with §17-193 of the New York City Administrative Code.
Clean-up Procedures
Property owners and/or cleaning contractors should make sure employees follow these steps
when cleaning up a trauma scene:
1. Restrict access to the area until clean-up is complete. Use caution tape or placards to
warn the public and keep them away from the site.
2. Wear appropriate protective clothing, gloves and other protective equipment when
cleaning the trauma scene in accordance with the Exposure Control Plan.
3. Place sharp objects, such as broken glass, which may be contaminated with blood or
other bodily fluids in an appropriate puncture-resistant container for disposal as medical
waste.
4. Clean hard surfaces with soap and water. Other optional cleaners and disinfectants
include household bleach solution (1/3 cup household bleach in one gallon water) and
disinfectants registered by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (see:
http://www.epa.gov/oppad001/chemregindex.htm).
5. Clean personal items and items used in food preparation with soap, water and chlorine
bleach (1/3 cup household bleach in one gallon water), or discard these items, if they
can’t be cleaned.
6. Clean reusable mops and rags with soap, water and chlorine bleach (1/3 cup household
bleach in one gallon water), or discard these items, if they can’t be cleaned.
7. Wash hands and all exposed skin thoroughly with soap and water when clean-up is complete.
Guidelines for Trauma Scene Management
These guidelines for Trauma Scene Management can assist property owners and the public in cleaning up trauma scenes contaminated with human blood and other bodily fluids.
Trauma scenes result when people are seriously injured or die, often, but not always, during sudden, violent incidents or accidents. Following a traumatic incident, property owners need to clean and restore their property using safe work practices. These guidelines reference existing law, guidelines, and recommendations that protect workers and the public during clean-up, and comply with §17-193 of the New York City Administrative Code.
Clean-up Procedures
Property owners and/or cleaning contractors should make sure employees follow these steps
when cleaning up a trauma scene:
1. Restrict access to the area until clean-up is complete. Use caution tape or placards to
warn the public and keep them away from the site.
2. Wear appropriate protective clothing, gloves and other protective equipment when
cleaning the trauma scene in accordance with the Exposure Control Plan.
3. Place sharp objects, such as broken glass, which may be contaminated with blood or
other bodily fluids in an appropriate puncture-resistant container for disposal as medical
waste.
4. Clean hard surfaces with soap and water. Other optional cleaners and disinfectants
include household bleach solution (1/3 cup household bleach in one gallon water) and
disinfectants registered by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (see:
http://www.epa.gov/oppad001/chemregindex.htm).
5. Clean personal items and items used in food preparation with soap, water and chlorine
bleach (1/3 cup household bleach in one gallon water), or discard these items, if they
can’t be cleaned.
6. Clean reusable mops and rags with soap, water and chlorine bleach (1/3 cup household
bleach in one gallon water), or discard these items, if they can’t be cleaned.
7. Wash hands and all exposed skin thoroughly with soap and water when clean-up is complete.
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seven...
I love your blog.
I love your blog.
It's kind of become like that hasn't it.
But I kind of like to think of it as the Lower East Side blogging itself through me. One needs to think in terms of how much mayhem and jubilance has been endured. How vividly beautiful are the colors of rat entrails or sharp morning sunlight on the nearly naked bodies of a garden parade. What kind of sublime insanitywisdom flows off the tongue of a delirious neighbor as he collapses in a reverie imposed by HIV cocktails, insulin injections, 65 years of being alive and 98 degree summer heat. The hilarious giggles kept silent behind the piercing smiles on the faces of the old ladies who lead a white frocked virgin through the streets to her first communion. Those old crones still know how to rile all the groins on the block.
But it's not my blog. I'm just a kind of telescope. A kind of codeless drone piloted by a gossiping heart.
But I kind of like to think of it as the Lower East Side blogging itself through me. One needs to think in terms of how much mayhem and jubilance has been endured. How vividly beautiful are the colors of rat entrails or sharp morning sunlight on the nearly naked bodies of a garden parade. What kind of sublime insanitywisdom flows off the tongue of a delirious neighbor as he collapses in a reverie imposed by HIV cocktails, insulin injections, 65 years of being alive and 98 degree summer heat. The hilarious giggles kept silent behind the piercing smiles on the faces of the old ladies who lead a white frocked virgin through the streets to her first communion. Those old crones still know how to rile all the groins on the block.
But it's not my blog. I'm just a kind of telescope. A kind of codeless drone piloted by a gossiping heart.
I *heart* you seven.
Isn't "la Raza" racist by definition?
So they would welcome me regardless of the fact I'm pearly white? Tell me you REALLY believe that.